I checked the weather forecast this morning. I figured that since I had just spent two weeks on leave from work that maybe it might pick up. No, I'm not paranoid, but just because I'm not paranoid doesn't mean that the world isn't out to get me.
But no, it's forecasting rain. More rain, more rain than we've already had. If that's possible. I thought about this for a bit and decided that it's time to stop being surprised. It ALWAYS rains in the Summer, alot. I remember reading a memoir, can't remember whose, or why I was reading it for that matter, but it was set in the 18th century and was by an American guy who had come to spend the Summer in England (Idiot!) Anyhow, the phrase that stuck out in my mind was this, he wrote "England does not have a Summer as we know it. It just gets greener and damper" Well ain't THAT the truth Buddy. So I thought I would pop together a little ditty, it won't stop it raining, but it might bring a bit of sunshine into a dull old day. How poetic is that??
The Weather
'The rains lashing down on the window
the clouds they are dark in the sky
it's bound to be so 'cause it's August you know
and we had this for most of July
I'll remind you that we live in England
it's not Southern France it's not Spain
lest you forget England's green and it's wet
and the latter is caused by the rain
We plan outside events for the Summer
with dreams of a hot sunny day
but it dosen't come good we're surrounded by mud
and the wind blows the beer tent away
Family holidays down by the seaside
Oh picture the scene if you can
the kiddies and you - the sand's warm the sea's blue
and you've payed for a nice caravan
Then Mother-in-Law joins in the outing
but she dosen't mix well with rain water
she complains of her ills and your mothering skills
but the charge is reduced to man-slaughter
Then you decide on a party
a barbeque cooked by your fella
your plans they get benched and your guests they get drenched
because nobody brought an umbrella
Cheer up chaps we're British remember
at disasters we're terribly good
when things go all wrong we will have a sing song
even though we're half buried in mud
Take heart 'cause it won't last for ever
Winter is coming Lord knows
when we gaze at the skies in utter surprise
'cause we're always caught out when it snows.
